How to raise a white bone spirit [Entertainment circle]

Time seemed to be at a standstill, and every minute and every second seemed like eternal life. Lu Cheng got up from the ground in embarrassment, but he didn't have any strength in his body. He could only kneel there powerlessly, with a round of red circles on his head. In the sun without heat, the soil on the ground seemed to be soaked in the smell of blood. The mud was mixed with blood, exuding the breath of death.

But, this should be his delusion, those people seem to carefully collect flesh and blood, whether it is skin, foam, or even a little bit of debris, let them throw them into the cauldron, someone keeps adding firewood, and the cauldron will be stewed forever There are always people kneeling around the meat, holding bowls in their hands, with pain, begging, guilt, remorse, greed, malice, and tears in their eyes, but they all want to put a bowl of minced meat and eat it. Into the belly, no one left.

"I'm in so much pain."

Lu Cheng felt a great pain in his heart, he suddenly raised his head, and Ban Gu saw him.

"Ban Gu..."

"I'm in so much pain." Ban Gu looked at him steadily, his eyes seemed to pass through space and time, and fell on him in a tangible way. Every look was like a sharp knife, and every knife cut into his heart. superior.

Lu Cheng knows what it means to be heartbroken, it hurts, it hurts, it's beyond human will.

"It hurts..." Ban Gu groaned as thin as a mosquito, he raised his boneless arm, stretched out his hand weakly, and asked Lu Cheng for help.

Lu Cheng stretched out his hand involuntarily, his eyes bleed because of anger, pain, and resentment, and they flowed down the end of his eyes into two lines of blood tears, one inch, one point, tenth of a centimeter... Lu Cheng exhausted all his strength to let his fingers The tip touched the top of Ban Gu's phalanx, it was wet, slippery, and cold, its flesh and blood had just been scraped clean, leaving only a little soft tissue between the joints.

"It hurts." Ban Gu groaned softly again.

Lu Cheng gritted his teeth violently, held his "hand" in the palm of his hand, and cried bitterly.

Ban Gu didn't seem to understand the touch from his fingertips, he was dazed and surprised, he half stood up, as if he wanted the person holding his hand to take a closer look.But in the next second, a pair of shambling grandparents interrupted his concentration.

"Son of God, forgive me for my sins, Son of God... forgive me..." The old man knelt there and grabbed the ground with his head, weeping bitterly, begging for forgiveness and forgiveness, and kowtowed to his grandson for mercy.

The three or four-year-old boy was ignorant and ignorant. He knelt on the ground just like his grandfather, and shouted: "Son of God, forgive me for my sins, Son of God, forgive me."

Ban Gu raised his face, with delicate eyebrows and fine eyes, and the Chinese clothes were spread there, like a pool of blood on the beach. His voice was still clear and clear like that of a young man, between male and female.

He hasn't grown up yet.

He is still just a teenager.

But he said, "Excuse me."

The old man was ecstatic, kowtowed several times, picked up the bowl on the ground, stumbled to his knees and walked to the square tripod with human face pattern, and just lifted the bowl: "Son of God, forgive me."

The soldiers standing in front of the bronze tripod were expressionlessly separated from the Chang Ge, and an officer who looked like a sacrificial priest took the bowl and put a spoonful of hot minced meat into the bowl. Then, feed it into the grandson's mouth, and wait until the bowl of minced meat is eaten up. The old man raised the bowl again and shouted: "The Son of God has forgiven me." The priest gave him another spoonful of minced meat, and the old man poured it into his stomach In the middle, ecstasy was suppressed on his face.

"I've been saved, I've been saved, I've been saved." The old man clawed his grandson's back, bursting into tears with joy.

The people around the altar fell into ecstasy, everyone's face was full of joy, and they knelt down one after another: "Son of God save me, Son of God save me..."

Despair rushed towards the altar like a tide from all directions, and the drowsy red sun reflected the faces of these people. Lu Cheng looked at each face, each face was so ordinary, each face So hideous, each one is so unforgivable.

"Ban Gu..." Lu Cheng held Ban Gu's hand firmly, "I'll take you away, I..." He was stunned, the touch on his hand made him feel strange, he lowered his head, and Ban Gu was cut dry Er Jing's arm slowly grew blood and flesh again.

Words blocked Lu Cheng's throat, making him unable to breathe at all.

The people kneeling on the altar became more and more excited, and raised their hands to pray: "God forgive me, the Son of God is here, we are saved, we are saved."

A witch, or a doctor, came up slowly from the steps under the altar.

Lu Cheng's hand was empty, and Ban Guzhong lay down on the stone platform again. A corner of the Chinese dress hung down from the stone platform, and the wind blew it up, turning up red waves like blood.

The elderly witch gang Ban Gu looked at the wound, touched his forehead, sighed softly, and said to the sacrificial officer next to him, "Cook it again today."

The blood faded from Lu Cheng's face, he bent down and began to retch, but he couldn't spit out anything, his heart hurt so badly that he couldn't tell whether it was a cut or a burn.

The knife-wielding Pao waited quietly, his hand was fast and sharp, he patiently waited for Ban Gu's arm to be covered with flesh and blood, and the witch put a piece of red cloth on Ban Gu's eyes.Pao nodded, and the female slaves holding gold pots and silver basins hurried forward on their knees. They were responsible for collecting the meat and blood.

A suppressed groan/groan escaped from Ban Gu's teeth, he turned his head suddenly, his eyes covered by the red cloth fixedly faced Lucheng.

"I... hurt so much."

Damn these people.

Lu Cheng's tail ring was so red that it had been tempered with fire, and the red thread awns spread out like a spider web. They flew towards the kneeling people around the altar like arrows. He wanted them to die, leaving no one behind. However, when they Just as they were about to reap human lives, the scene suddenly changed at the critical moment.

The scarlet sun disappeared from the sky, replaced by a cold rain, and in front of him was a palace.Lu Cheng stood in the open space, stretched out his hand, and the rain fell on his hand, which was icy and cold.In the corridor, two female slaves were whispering worriedly.

"God Son's left leg hasn't grown well yet."

"How long?"

"It's been almost half a month since the last time I cooked meat."

"There are still many people who haven't eaten the minced meat."

"If the flesh of the Son of God cannot be regenerated, there may not be enough minced meat."

"How is it?"

"Oh, I don't know."

Lu Cheng stepped up the steps, walked through the long corridor, and pushed open the door of a room. The dim room was lit with branch lamps, one by one, and Ban Gu lay quietly on the jade mat with his back to him.Lu Cheng slowly approached and sat down beside him.Ban Gu was looking at the window. Outside the mullioned window, two birds could be vaguely seen hiding from the rain.

"Ban Gu, it's time for us to go home." Lu Cheng said softly.

He stretched out his hand, trying to touch his cheek lightly.In the next second, the entire palace melted away like a piece of wet paper, and Lu Cheng found that he had returned to the altar.

There were still people kneeling around the altar, holding up empty bowls, begging for minced meat, crying, shouting, mourning and joying.

Lu Cheng looked at the scarlet sun in the sky again, Ban Gu lying on the stone platform was dying, completely lost his human appearance, his arms, his legs, half of his body...the Chinese clothes were discarded and replaced by It was a foot of red gauze, barely covering his intact parts.

There was an extra person on the altar, dressed luxuriously, perhaps he was their king.

"My lord, it's been almost a year, but our people haven't fully recovered yet." The elder Wu said sadly.

Wang covered his face with his hands: "Brother...no, Son of God...no, is there enough minced meat?"

"I'm afraid I can't wait." Wu said sadly, "The flesh of the Son of God is not inexhaustible."

The king became even more sad, and waved his hands: "Major witch, make the decision." He mourned, "We are not the people of God's blessing

, should not be the supernatural power that Xiao couldn't imagine. "

"This is the emperor's revenge." Wu Chang sighed.

Wang smiled wryly: "The emperor's reincarnation is not an emperor, and he is not even a human being. How can I think that I will get... retribution."

The witch knelt down and said, "The original intention of the king is to let me live in such troubled times, so as to violate the prohibition between heaven and earth."

Wang was still sad, probably because he was too guilty, he didn't dare to look at Ban Gu more, and left the altar dejectedly.

I don't know how long it took, the weather became warmer, and there were fewer people kneeling around the altar. The stone platform was covered with a red cloth. When I looked at it suddenly, I thought there was nothing underneath. Only when I looked carefully, I found a vague human figure.

Pao scraped off the flesh of a leg bone bit by bit, not even the cartilage, and said, "This is the last time."

The sacrificial officer still divided the meat as usual, scraped the last spoonful from the cauldron, and raised his voice: "Who else hasn't eaten the minced meat?"

A man led a child and threw himself on the altar: "My son has never eaten."

The sacrificial officer said: "Good luck, the last bite left."

The man was ecstatic and hurriedly ordered his son to kneel down.

"No, I won't eat it." The child refused, "I'm human, and I don't eat human flesh."

The king, witch, and priest on the altar stood there in a daze, looking at the child who refused to eat meat dully.

The man said anxiously: "The flesh of the Son of God can cure diseases."

"I am a human being, and I don't eat human flesh." The child insisted, "Only beasts eat their own kind. I am not a beast. You are not sick, you are crazy."

Wang was stunned: "Son of God, please forgive me."

The only child who had never eaten meat still insisted: "I'm not a madman, I'm not a beast, I don't eat human flesh." He jumped off the altar, ran into the wilderness, and disappeared among the rolling mountains soon after. middle.

Lu Cheng saw the king standing on the altar, staring at the direction where the child disappeared for a long time, as if he staggered to pick up Ban Gu's remnant bones after ten thousand years, and boarded the car back to the palace.Ban Gu Subai's skeleton was placed on the jade mat, Wang personally put on the clothes for him, sent him into the sarcophagus, and pushed the lid on the coffin with his own hands.

A tomb without words.

The people outside saw him off. They fell on the ground and wept and mourned bitterly, crying until they were about to faint.

Lu Cheng sneered, returned to the wordless tomb, lay down in the sarcophagus, and hugged Ban Gu's skeleton into his arms: "Ban Gu, you can go back."

Ban Gu rested his chin, and the noodles seemed to hang against the pillars, bored: "Ah, Lucheng is so slow, the cause of my death is so complicated, it takes so long to investigate? Zhu Xiao, can the computer in the Special Office play games?"

"Minesweeper? Spider Solitaire?" Zhu Xiao threw the cigarette butt into the cup.

"Action game?"

"No."

"Can I download one?"

"No internet speed."

Ban Gu rolled his eyes: "Forget it, I'll go to the underground palace to have a look." He stuffed Xiao Bai into Zhu Xiao's arms and was about to leave when he patted his forehead, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the convenience store to buy a bottle of ice music tape Come down, and a bag of potato chips."

Zhu Xiao was dumbfounded, watching Ban Gu Piao leave, also puzzled: "It's really been a long time."